If either Peppercorn or Eclpise had been drinking something they would have spat it out from shock. An awkward silence followed and seemed to squeeze Peppercorn’s lungs.
Unsure of what to say Peppercorn weren’t for the basic response, “I’m sorry.” she wanted to hold Enzo’s hands, she knew better than most what something like that did and had the scars to prove it.
“It’s okay.” Enzo lied. “The Company wiped my memories of it and filled me up with administration and accounting stuff.” He frowned. “That sounded wrong didn’t it?”
Eclipse didn’t comment on Enzo’s choice of words, she was too busy being upset of Enzo’s recent job position. “You’re people practise slavery?”
Despite the reputation, elven pirates hated slavers with a passion and it was an unwritten rule that captains had a responsibility to rescue the captives and sink the ship to the bottom of the ocean. As payment for this rescue this citizen was usually inducted in the captain’s crew for an indentured service.
It should be noted that Peppercorn had already served her seven years aboard the Mor-Dread and had no plans to leave her Captain’s side.
Enzo shook his hands, “No, no. We don’t do slavery. We are against slavery.” he lowered his head, the Tuthra language was limited and though it was very fluid like and could be called beautiful compared to the English, there were terms which were extreme.
The cat-man smirked at some inner joke. “You’ll find everybody at the Company has a complicated story. Origins aren’t simple with us. And from what I was told I was not really against it.”
Eclipse and Peppercorn gave each other a knowing glance. Some would call Peppercorn’s roll on the ship one of a sex slave, but truth was the High Elf had been a slave longer than she had been alive and she was broken to the point nothing could fix her.
It was not often when Peppercorn ever saw Eclipse was worried, but there it was and Peppercorn knew the thought that was spinning around the Dark Elf head. If Peppercorn ever had the chance, would she have her mind wiped?
Peppercorn knew better than to ask but Eclipse could not leave it alone, although she knew everybody on her crew had a story, there had to be trust. “Could you tell us about it? We wont push you, but we know nothing of your people expect you’re all crazy.”
Enzo made a sigh, which both confused for pain but was more out of frustration. “I suppose I should state first that my master was a narcissist pervert and a genius geneticist.”
“Jen-it.” peppercorn spelled out but was stopped by Enzo.
“Don’t worry, it’s a very complicated science. Basically he grew things. Not plants but actually grew animals in glass wombs we call tanks. On the surface he copied sheep and cows, selling the meat to butches.”
Both women were repulsed by this. “You grew cows in tanks?” Eclipse said looking slightly green as if she could taste the meat.
Enzo shrugged. “I don’t remember, the others didn’t seemed shocked to tell me. But that was on the surface, the face of the business. Underneath the facade the man in charge used his own DNA. His own blood to illegally clone millions of dollars of human organs and sold them on the black market.”
Mouths dropped at this revelations. “Why in the hell would you do that?” Eclipse shouted.
Though there were people in the black market that dealt with elf organs, but the market for it was limited to crazy wizards or gourmet kings who think elf meat makes them live longer.
“I don’t remember.” Enzo admitted. “Eventually the man in charge decided to get into a different industry and started to sell sex slaves. And he even made himself the basis. Just a few tweaks here to change the hair colour, the cheek bones. Do you the difference between female and male?”
“A pair of tits?” Peppercorn asked.
“Nah. Men get tits, some of them bigger than mine.” Eclipse laughed.
Eclipse shook his head, “One chromosome.” seeing that he was not sure what a chromosome was himself. “Any way the word got out and the man was arrested. But his research got noticed by the Company and they switched him with one of my brothers.”
Then it hit, the word ‘brothers.’
Enzo was a clone. His mother had been a glass tank, his father had made him to be a walking vagina.
Unlike Peppercorn, who had been broken and raped to the point where she was addicted to sex and thought her abductors where her friends and family, Enzo had been born to be abused and enjoy it.
Peppercorn held Enzo’s hands. Unlike Eclipse she had been through what Enzo did, and could now see him as, not a brother, not a soul mate, but something familiar. She knew she should feel guilt over wanting to have sex with Enzo, she wanted to make him feel good, wanted to share their misery.
Eclipse had shown her what the masters had never given her, love. A twisted and illogical love that could have been borderline abusive, and many times Peppercorn was ‘asked politely’ to distract an official while Eclipse stole and murdered, but it worked.
“Where do you fit into this?” Eclpise asked, “Did your… father pass you around for your friends at this… Company.” she said the words like they were a handful of salt on her tongue. “To play with?”
Enzo lowered his head and both women could see a shame brewing inside him. “No. I told you. My father was a narcissist. And I look just like him.”
“Morrigan’s tits.” Eclipse breathed as the realisation hit. “Talk about “Go fuck yourself.””
This was far more twisted than anything Peppercorn could have imagined. It was a taboo subject but even before her abduction Peppercorn knew the stories, had seen the eyes of other children, the eyes of men of so could honourable man who liked their meat young.
But this… this was wrong on a level that set a new bar on the disturbed and sexual deviant scale.
“Where is your father now?” Eclipse said sounding as if she would have a few words with this piece of work scum who thought life was clay he had been given a responsibility to abuse for his own twisted evils.
Or maybe Eclipse had a need for a double for her own personal reasons.
In the pirate’s mind Enzo was a homunculus. A man made man. But from what she understood every attempt to make such creatures resulted in little, half mad monsters. More times than any they killed their creators and managed to eat a few babies before they were put down.
Enzo… Enzo was beautiful and perfect. He was not a monster.
The pirate snatched up the cat man’s tail, trying to find some flaw, trying to make sure that it was real.
Rather than price the impossible creature that sat in their presence, Peppercorn was interested in Enzo’s pain. He was squirming, and had his eyes closed, he looked ready to cry out for freedom.
“Legen. Let him go. You’re hurting him.” Peppercorn’s voice was unusually disciplined and focused.
Eclipse looked down at Enzo’s expression and instinctively let go, she had met many people like Peppercorn and Enzo. Many wounded animals who had been tortured and worn to the point where they were dangerous to everyone including themselves.
“Sorry mate.” Eclipse said.
Sympathy covered Peppercorn’s face and she took Enzo’s hands in hers. “You’re okay.”
Enzo panted, his face a deep shade of crimson, he looked as if he had a cold. “It’s not pain. When my father made me he gave me fifty erogenous zones and enhanced my pleasure sensors.” The cat man smirked as he tried to settle his pumping heart. “That was number twelve.”
Peppercorn clenched her legs and felt a shiver of electricity flow down her back, it was something foreign to her.
The backside to a copy of the ancient treaty between the 2nd king of Seoid and the Bloodstone clan, an ancient people of Dwarves was pushed in front of Enzo along with a quill. “Could you note down all your pleasure zones in order?” Peppercorn asked.
Eclipse rubbed her temples and shook her head. Her eyes turned on Enzo and Peppercorn could tell she was not happy. She snatched up Enzo’s tail and only grew more enraged as he moaned in pleasure.
“What? You about to cum from me holding your tail? You pathetic excuse of a man.” With her free hand the Dark Elf viscously pulled back his twitching ear, he shuddered, apparently she had found another pleasure spot. “You like that, you pervert?”
“Please stop.” Enzo begged his legs wiggling, he was trying desperately to hold back.
To a front row seat to this display, Peppercorn lowered her hand and pulled up her expensive dress. Her fingers touched the lips of her vagina. “Miss Legen, stop this at once.”
Peppercorn’s words received the intended result.
Captain Eclipse Dune rose her head and looked about ready to murder someone, “What do you mean stop you, little bitch?” her eyes followed Peppercorn’s hand. “Are you playing with yourself? Get your white ass up on that desk. You haven’t offered our guest a drink…”
The Dark Elf stopped herself as a flicker of sanity returned. She looked down at herself and noticed that her hand was down Enzo’s pants, apparently she was grasping the cat-man’s penis.
Her brain still trying to play catch up, Eclipse followed the shaft to its eventual tip, “Shit.” she said not drawing her hand away. “You’ve got a fucking gift here, boy. It has to be a fucking foot long. And it isn’t even half hard yet.”
Peppercorn wasn’t listening, she had climbed over her new desk and raised her dress, showing her sex, a pink rose that was covered in blond hair that reached up to her asshole. Her Captain was right. Where were her manners?
Enzo was obvious thirsty and needed something to drink.
Eclipse drew herself back, she was actually going to do it. She was going to do it. She was going to rape this boy, and force him to drink her sex toy’s urine. After that… after that it was best not to think about.
A worm of sanity returned, just as she was about to ram Enzo’s face into her partner’s sex so he could drink from the fountain. She stopped and stepped away.
Her head felt light and heavy at the same time, it was like she was locked in a blood lust. “You dose me with something? A love spell?” With her calloused hands Eclipse pulled Enzo from his chair and punched him in the gut, his groans made her nearly lose herself.
To the Dark Elf the man’s cries of misery made her more wet than any man or women had ever made her, even Peppercorn.
Enzo looked about ready to piss his pants. “I’m sorry. It’s how I was made. I sweat a special pheromone that plays with people’s reason. It’s usually controllable till somebody…” He tugged on his own ears indicating what trigged this strange behaviour.
Each gasp for air was causing Peppercorn’s vagina to spew drops of excitement, “Please.” she needed this more than ever.
Peppercorn was feeling something she had never before. She was a sex addict, she didn’t fornicate with people because she liked them, she did it because of some deep seeded torment. Eclipse was no different.
Peppercorn knew her captain was no better than the slavers she had been tormented by. Eclipse killed people for just looking at her wrong, she may have a set of codes but you could tell from her eyes that she was very ready to break them if she believed she could get away with it.
But Enzo felt so different. And she wanted to feel him so much more intimately.
Enzo looked to the door. “I should go. You’re not thinking right.”
“You’re damn right I’m not. Sit.” Eclipse said forcefully pushing Enzo back in his seat and for effect smacked Peppercorn on the ass. The High Elf gave a shocking yip but begged for more.
Eclipse knew the best thing to do was to kick the cat out before she and Peppercorn made a mess on the office furniture. But. Wait. What was she trying to do?
The captain of the Mor-Dread tried to think but all that was in her head was suicide by destroying herself on Enzo’s foot long prick and drowning in Peppercorn’s sex.
“What else?” Eclipse said, her red eyes drifted from Enzo’s blue cat eyes and lowered to the bulge in his pants. “Tell us what else you know kitty cat.”
“I don’t know why. But…” Enzo trailed off, his eyes turned from Eclipse to Peppercorn’s throbbing sex and it did not take a genius to see he really wanted a drink.
“But what?” Eclipse asked and purposely breathed in, other than the aroma of pears from whatever Enzo used to wash his hair and the background smell of oak, there was nothing. Nothing if you didn’t count what ever scentless thing in the air that was causing the Dark Elf to grind her hips on Enzo’s chair.
“I’ve got this protein marker.” Enzo said.
Eclipse had tried to fuck guys before but it never got her this hot before, she liked the ones with girly faces but it still didn’t feel right. A man’s cock disgusted her and eventually after a few decades she had turned to women.
But right now that small part of her brain that said she was supposed to be disgusted was being flooded with alien toxins.
“And what does this protein marker do besides about to make you lick the shit out of my ass?” Eclipse had no idea what a protein marker was, about now she didn’t exactly know what her own name was, she didn’t even realise she was stroking Enzo’s tail, trying to pump more hormones in the air.
She had never needed a fuck more than she needed now. A puddle was forming under her feet and this kitty was looking very delicious.
Enzo closed his eyes and for a moment Eclipse was about ready to slap the truth out of him, then, she noticed the change.
Two minutes and thirty three seconds. That was all it took for Enzo’s hansom features to become smoother, his hips to grow wider while his shoulders receded.
Peppercorn turned around to see what the hell was taking so long only to gasp. Her remaining eye nearly popped out as a pair of mountains stretched the limits of Enzo’s shirt.
Just over two minutes and what stood in Enzo’s seat was Enzo, but Enzo with a set of breasts larger than anything, either women had ever seen. He was now the most voluptuous women both elves had ever seen, his proportions exaggerated enough that people could believe that they were real.
What was left of Eclipse’s logical facets went down with ship as she grabbed Enzo’s sensitive breasts with both her hands. She was certain they weren’t an illusion. “You can shape shift?”
“Just between male and female.” Enso sighed, knowing full well his condition was a deal breaker. There was no way these women would choose to work with a freak like him.
So what was the reason to holding back one more surprise? “At least mostly female.”
“Mostly?” Peppercorn said joining in the fun of playing with Enzo’s boobies. She unbuttoned the Enzo’s shirt and drool ran down her mouth as a perfect set milk makers sank into her hands.
Despite the two women feeling him/her up, Enzo could only blush at his next sentence.
“We call them Futanari, hermaphrodite.” Seeing the women weren’t paying much attention he decided to be blunt. “Dick girls.”
Both elves stopped what they were doing and gave each other a bewildered stare. They looked down at the still present bulge in Enzo’s pants. It was smaller than his male state, maybe six inches long, at least half it length and girth.
Enzo gazed down at his added appendage in disgust. He could take being a pheromone bomb, but to be this freak? He figured he would be lucky these people didn’t pelt him with stones before he returned to the Company. “I’m sorry.”
Peppercorn and Eclipse stared at one another for a whole minute before they each took one of Enzo’s hands and lead him into the unfinished bedroom.
“Where are we going?” Enzo asked confused.
“Physical exam part of the interview.” Peppercorn answered.